I pity the punks that partake in the madnessYangin' the young for their products and profitsThe pushers keep pushin' on D and on Jump StreetPushin' the passive pill, so ya don't needkids makin' bids with nine's in their goose downs'Cause college is pricey and some brothers ain't got noneYou try to discern between truth and suggestionbut they bid for your ID via fear of rejection

All I see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminalityThe hidden agenda is a psychic necessityHungry minds so sad in the hearts of darknessmanifesting some forms of natural impatienceDeaf MacBeth, scar city, the slasherEnveloping the b-boy, the doper and the thrasherLooking to be judged but when judged by the bookSon you're running to the hook.Get the heck out!

Back with the funk hits, Uncle Huey is back withthe funk hits, and the F.L.C. is coming to gripswith a fist full of funk hits.Check it out!I got the feel good hit of the year, I got two thumbs upand I stuck'em in his ear. The man stepped to me,he wouldn't let it end though, so I threw his ass outthe Roxy Deli window

I ain't pushin' no party, I ain't meddlin' in Saudi,but i think it's fucked up, what the federal has laid on meI've been watchin' the news, you're forcing peopleto choose between the lesser of two evils; my red, white, and blueThe deceiver's deceiving because the people believe himNow the troops'll be bleedin' and their mama's will be grievingSo keep on payin' your taxes, when you don't know the factsLet the contracts get backed, while your conscience relaxes